Greatwater Lake i haven't had a shower in the last nine days

zharille's display did as it was intended: inform the woman and give her a choice. the choice was between staying and threatening the claim, or leaving; and zharille was pleased to see her pale figure retreat. she did not go the full way—only to where the land gave way to open grassland and sedge, where she stopped.

the ogre woman tensed, ready to give chase if she needed to (in fact, eager for it). she watched as the pale woman made a decidedly stupid move and mark the earth there, spreading her scent in a way that made zharille's lip lift with a held grimace. at least afterwards the stranger departed—but zharille saw the message within the action.

somehow her lake was contested. if not the lake, then something very close to it. she dragged her own heels where she stood, then arrogantly lifted a leg to spray at the greenery there as a rebuttal. the woman had already gone by then, but it didn't hurt to be thorough.

with a grunt zharille swung her attention away from this very real pissing match, intent on fortifying her claim upon the lake from the heart of her land.